Fifteen 

     "I have an idea," I say.
     Bobby and his team of angels have spotted us and are closing in faster. I grab both Marie and Tim by the hand.
     "Don't drop the goggles," I say.
     "Wait…" Tim says.
     "Where…" Marie says.
     I step and they step with me. We travel through the white fog again and materialize in the spot where I'd left Kristen earlier. I look around. No angels. A few people gathered at a car on the other side of the parking lot we've landed in.
     "Kind of wish those goggles worked," I say.
     "Bobby can follow us, you know," Tim says.
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